The other day, through complete happenstance, I found myself listening to/reading the perfect music/book combo. I’ve never consciously attempted to so harmoniously blend the two before, but I’ll definitely do so in the future.
Book: Art on the Block: Tracking the New York Art World from SoHo to the Bowery, Bushwick and Beyond by Ann Fensterstock
“There’s no “correct path” to becoming a real artist. You might think you’ll gain legitimacy by going to art school, getting published, getting signed to a record label. But it’s all bullshit, and it’s all in your head. You’re an artist when you say you are. And you’re a good artist when you make somebody else experience or feel something deep or unexpected.”-Amanda Palmer, The Art of Asking: or, How I Learned to Stop Worrying and Let People Help
Another year is (almost) over. Before we flip the calendar to 2016, and start new reading lists, let’s look back at the reading year that was. I’ll share if you reciprocate in the comments!
How many books did you read this year? 50+. My numbers were held down by many heavy, lengthy books.
Which genre prevailed? Nonfiction, by miles and miles.
Which book was your fave? A Writer’s Diary by Virginia Woolf.
Least fave? If You Want to Write: A Book About Art, Independence and Spirit by Brenda Ueland. My loathing for this book knows no bounds.
Recommend three books from your list. The Secret History of Wonder Woman by Jill Lepore; Clothes, Clothes, Clothes. Music, Music, Music. Boys, Boys, Boys by Viv Albertine; Van Gogh: The Life by Steven Naifeh and Gregory White Smith.